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“
Are
you
sure
you
have
to
go
to
Georgia
?
”
I
nod
slowly
.
And
in
that
brief
moment
,
I
watch
his
expression
change
and
the
shutters
coming
down
.
Abruptly
he
withdraws
,
making
me
wince
.
“
Are
you
sore
?
”
he
asks
,
leaning
over
me
.
“
A
little
,
”
I
confess
.
“
I
like
you
sore
.
”
His
eyes
smolder
.
“
Reminds
you
where
I
’
ve
been
,
and
only
me
.
”
He
grabs
my
chin
and
kisses
me
roughly
,
then
stands
and
holds
his
hand
out
to
help
me
up
.
I
glance
down
at
the
foil
packet
beside
me
.
“
Always
prepared
,
”
I
murmur
.
He
looks
at
me
confused
as
he
redoes
his
fly
.
I
hold
up
the
empty
packet
.
“
A
man
can
hope
,
Anastasia
,
dream
even
,
and
sometimes
his
dreams
come
true
.
”
He
sounds
so
odd
,
his
eyes
burning
.
I
just
don
’
t
understand
.
My
postcoital
glow
is
fading
fast
.
What
is
his
problem
?
